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Montgomery

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a character in “Sanguine Caifu”, as played by FullArmorNavy

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This barely-cohesive bunch of near-strangers are the crew of the Qi. Under the orders of Captain Ju everyone...pretty much just does what they want, honestly.

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  • Username: FullArmorNavy
  • Name: Montgomery Adams
  • Age: 30
  • Occupation: Pilot

    Alliance Alert: Sadly the Alliance has lost one of its finest. Montgomery served honorably till the end. He was shot down on a mission in the [Classified] system.

  • Equipment: 2 - 0.45 pistols with 2 extra mags (that he always has on him), lever-action shotgun x12 rounds (when onboard ship its strapped under his controls) and a HAR-2.0 Assault rifle with three 6 round clips (when at the controls it is slug over the back of his chair.) One ankle holstered combat knife. The clothes on his back, (navy blue hooded overcoat, jeans and working boots), gun kit, whetstone and a note pad with pens and pencils.
  • Purpose of Voyage: Running from his old Alliance life.

So begins...

Montgomery's Story

Having walked around the outside of the ship, Montgomery picked up his footlocker and made his way to the cargo ram were Ju was. "Ma'am, reporting..." He trailed off as he spotted the all to familiar look of an Alliance operative. He quickly throw his hood up, "Were can I throw my gear?" As he said that he took an other quick look at the operative, then looked back at Ju. "Then if you don't mind I would like to start to familiarize myself with the ship and her systems." He set his footlocker down and slowly clicked off the safety on one of his pistols then picked up his footlocker again. "That is if we're not expecting trouble ma'am." He said as he nodded in the direction of the operative.


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Were he not wearing the helmet, the normally composed Operative would have spoken in an embarrassed tone. "Oh, yes, I have been on ships before... I'm just not very good with-"

He paused as he noticed the woman who had just walked up to engage the Captain in conversation, ignoring him entirely. She appeared to be an engineer interested in working on the ship; did the Captain really have such an understaffed ship?

As they talked on, another man appeared, also requesting employment, though as a pilot. This one eyed Monolith, as he outwardly appeared, with marked suspicion, but he waved it down.

"I am simply a traveler. Have no concern about the attire."

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Image Ju Min nodded to Zasha. She too was anxious to get off the ground. Despite what Charles had said, she was still nervous about being tailed. Se should have lost them all more than a week ago, but the risk still made her uneasy.
"We'll be heading out as soon as the medic gets here." She assured her. "I thought I'd have to take on the engines, which I'm not great with, so it's good you showed up." She turned to see Montgomery eying Monolith with suspicious eyes. Her eyes lit up briefly with a hint of mischief.

"I don't think we have any problems, Monty, this is Monolith. We'll be taking the helmet off once we hit the skies." She grinned wickedly, enjoying the feelings not only of having a crew again, but watching the two Alliance run-aways rubbing up against each other. Yes, this was lucky indeed, two Alliance fugitives might weigh in her favor if she had the need. And yet, the doubt tickled in the back of her mind, was this all too lucky? "We'll just make sure he's got a bucket on him. I don't imagine those helmets react well to vomit."

Xhava had been right. She had doubted she'd get this fortunate, to go from an empty ship to a solid crew overnight. Well--not quite an empty ship...

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The war had left him on this rock without a home, without a family, and without a pot to piss in, but over the few years since he'd managed to scratch out a decent little life for himself. He had made associates, and friends, and had even found the occasional love interest. He was on a first name basis with all of the local bartenders and a few store clerks in the shopping district. He'd even managed to get used to the heat ( a feat he had thought impossible at first).

Things were changing though.

It seemed like a penchant for strict overbearing rule of law was radiating outwards from the core planets, like some sort of infectious disease. This scourge was washing over more and more of the outlying rocks. It had finally come knocking on his door. Local law enforcement had been cracking down on narcotic sales pretty hard, generally making his life hell. He knew better than anyone how futile it was to fight against such things. The better option was to pack up and move on, and that sentiment is what led Corvin to Xhava's Shipyard on one relatively cool afternoon. After all, the Alliance could own every rock in the 'Verse but free men still had a strong hold: the space in between.

Corvin was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, a tank top, and a dufflebag slung over his shoulder containing the remainder of his belongings. The butt of a gun hung under one arm, secured safely in his shoulder holster. A rifle was strapped to his back, the muzzle peaking over his opposite shoulder. A cigarette protruded from his lips, bobbing slightly with every step. As he rounded the corner the Qi, her captain, and her crew came into view. He stopped the moment he saw the operative.

An operative in full gear just standing around? Hanging out? Has this planet really gone to shit THAT quickly? Corvin knew how operatives operated. They weren't dispatched to write parking tickets. If he had been there on assignment blood would already be spraying... so what was he doing? With his free hand Corvin unlatched the safeguard on his holster so he could pull his pistol in a moment's notice if needed.

He made his way towards Ju, the only one there he'd been previously antiquated with. He greeted everyone not wearing operative's gear, with a nod or -- in the case of the young woman with guns holstered on her thighs -- a wink, on his way to the captain. "Looks like a fine crew," he said once he had reached Ju. It wasn't until he had said the words that the realization hit him. "Please don't tell me we're flying with Robocop over there."

Monty smiled under his balaclava at being called Monty and at the image of an operative vomiting in his own helmet. He nodded at Ju, "As you say ma'am." He then looked at Monolith, "Operative." then turns back to Ju, "I'll secure my gear here for now if that's ok?" As he finished saying that, a man wearing a pair of cargo shorts, a tank top, and a dufflebag slung over his shoulder walks up to them. The man nodded at Monty who respectfully returned the nod. After which he set his footlocker off to the side in the cargo hold and walked back to the group. He stood a little ways a way from the group so not to crowed the captain, awaiting orders or at less being dismissed.

"I'll get aboard then, start getting settled in and acquainted with the engines." She held out her hand for the captain to shake. Nodding politely to the other crew, and ignoring the wink entirely, she headed to the interior of the ship. It was always best not to encourage anything of that kind until she knew what to expect from the rest of the crew. Zasha had, on more than one occasion, dealt with men who thought that just because she was small and female that she was easy prey. With a female captain that might not be an issue as much, but she didn't want to rock the boat before everyone was even acquainted yet. Best to be polite but dismissive until she had taken everyone's measure, unless of course someone pissed her off while she was trying to be professional. They already had an Operative aboard judging from that helmet and uniform, as well as a few others that looked like they could handle themselves--including the captain--so she also didn't want to make a bad impression.

The engines were about as she expected, for the ship's class and model. She'd thrown her things down in a corner of the cargo bay, if this ship was like any other the captain would assign bunks according to whim or would make it first come first serve. Zasha wasn't picky about quarters as long as she had a bit of space for her parts, so she preferred to wait to be assigned or simply shoved into whatever small area was left. She'd taken this tack in most of the ships she'd been on, and it had proved to be the best way to keep from getting into a fight with an idiot about something meaningless like an inevitably cramped space on a cramped ship. If she had to kick ass and take names, she preferred to do it about something more important.

Zasha took a small tool belt out of her pack and slung it around her waist. This one just carried the basics, general wrenches and bolts, that sort of thing, for the kind of basic maintenance work she'd be likely doing on a daily basis to keep the engines running as smoothly as they could possibly be. In the Black, there were no margins of error. There was a thin hull and these engines keeping the crew from certain death, and she didn't want to be the one that failed. She checked the drives carefully, noting that they'd been maintained well and everything looked like it didn't have any long-term issues. True, she wasn't exactly taking an in-depth examination, but the engines indicated that the captain and current crew were at least competent. Later she would take readings off everything, note what was and wasn't running at optimum levels, but for now she wanted to just cover the bases. Even though it looked like that had already been done. These were her engines now, and her responsibility. She would leave nothing to chance.

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Image Ju Min stepped on to the ladder that lead to the Qi’s main air lock. The door opened as soon as she hit the last step. She smiled to herself, the ship was keyed into her biological signature, which meant the ship responded to her in ways that were always satisfying. Nothing made her feel like more of a bad-ass space captain than the ship’s doors opening for her but no one else. She turned to the others and ushered them onboard.

"Welcome aboard the Qi." Her body visibly relaxed. It felt good to be back on her ship. This place had been her home for so long now, and now she had a crew for her again. The ship lit up as she stepped inside, revealing a steely-blue interior. The main-deck airlock opened between the medical bay and the starboard cargo-bay, it didn’t show off the bulk of the ship, but the clean lines and brushed steel made the ship’s military lineage clear.

"We’re on the main deck here. Most of what you’ll need is here. You can store your gear in the cargo bay there." She gestured to the first set of doors on her left. "Don’t store anything in the port-side bay, the one behind the engine room. There’s Space Spiders in there. Just, don’t go in there okay? Nothing but Space Spiders in there." She noticed Monty had already started moving his gear into the cargo bay. That was good, while the others were settling in she’d have to show him the Bridge. She also saw Zasha make a bee-line for the engine-room. She seemed eager to start work, a good sign.

"The lower cargo bay is down that ramp. The lower deck is for the ship’s cargo only. Unless you’re loading or unloading, there’s no reason for you to be there. The Space Spiders will find you and I won’t be held responsible for what happens if they catch you. " She took a few steps into the interior, letting the others come further onboard. As more people stepped on board more of the ship lit up.

"There’s the gym, it’s not much but there’s some gear there to keep your bone density up if we’re spending a long time in The Black. Bathrooms are here behind the med bay. You’ve got one shower room and two lavatory rooms, learn to share. I have my own facilities." She stopped at the air-lock lift that lead to the second floor. "Communal dining hall and bunks are on the bow-side from here, should be enough bunks for all of you, two people to a room if you can. If not, find somewhere else to sleep, I’m not picky. Up this lift is the Bridge and my cabin. This is an air-lock lift so it’s not fast. If you need to contact me or the bridge, there’s a communication panel here. "

"We’re stocked alright, but we should be getting more supplies soon." She glanced over at Charles. "And that’s the tour, any questions?"

Monty took a look around and nodded. This time with a hint of his German accent, "Isolated bridge near the captains cabin, fast and maneuverable, cant wait to get acquainted with Qi." He rubbed a hand on the bulkhead, "What do you think Qi? Ready to fly together?" He looked at the agent, "What's wrong purple-belly? Scared?" At Ju, "She is a mighty fine ship ma'am. Permission to take the helm?" Not worried about a bunk, if need be he could sleep on the bridge, not that it would be the first time he had to do that. Most of his gear he could carry on him or could leave on the bridge. Monty felt a little out of, being planet side for so long, but he was eager to fly again. He always hated having ground under him, he preferred the black. On top of that, he doesn't trust the others, expressly the purple-belly. He leaned against the bulkhead letting a hand drop to his gun, even thou the captain said there would be no trouble he wasn't letting his guard down for a second.

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The Qi echoed nicely, so Zasha had caught most of the Captain's speech. Space spiders? Kakogo cherta? Did those really exist? Assuming they did, which seemed the safest method for now, she would keep her guns close. No spiders would be interfering with her engines, and if they did she'd swiftly dispose of them.

Picking up her things again, she went back to the main area and listened as the other crew (or passengers?) questioned the Captain. She wasn't quite sure who was who, yet. Zasha didn't want to interrupt, but her belly was empty--it frequently was--and was demanding sustenance. Best to ask, then, just in case someone was picky about using the facilities. Once everyone else had their questions answered, she inserted her own.

"Do you mind if I put together a stroganov in the dining hall?" She looked around the room, hoping no one was too picky when it came to food. "I can make plenty enough to share, and it should be ready by the time we're off-planet." Usually ships had the supplies for a sort of substituted version of her ma's recipe, and she'd brought a few spices with her to make sure it wasn't bland as many dishes in the Blank became. If she was lucky, while they shared a meal others might start to introduce themselves. She'd rather choose a roommate than get stuck with one, and this was the best way she could think of to figure that out, as well as to pinpoint who she was working with versus who were just passengers.

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Image Ju Min grinned as Zasha stepped up and offered to make food. She was not the best cook and would much rather not be trying to throw together a meal while also getting this ship working. Something she was clearly going to have to work on.

"Zasha, Baobao, you are now my favorite. Stroganoff sounds perfect. I’ll stop by the mess and make sure you’re set up, but holler if you need anything." She smiled again at the girl. Her face quickly going steely as she turned her gaze on Montgomery.

"Ritzu. Monty. If your trigger finger is that fucking itchy, maybe you’d rather be on a warship than a blockade-runner. Charles is on my ship as a passenger, not an Agent. If you have doubts about my judgement on that front then you can take them up with me." Guns were not the sort of thing you wanted people posturing with out in the Black. As tough as the Qi was, a bullet hitting the wrong pipe would at the very least cause problems, at worst it would kill everyone aboard. This sort of shit was not going to be tolerated. As much as she distrusted the agent herself, she wasn’t going to tolerate anyone on this ship questioning her.

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Monty quickly clicked the safety on his pistol. Then snapped to attention facing Ju, per his training when being scolded by a superior. "Apologies ma'am. Old habits die hard I guess." Turned to the agent, "No hard feelings purp... I mean buddy." He doesn't like the idea of an agent, current or former, hanging around but if the captain says he stays. Plus to top it off he just made the captains list. Oh well guess I've been on plenty of list before, he thought as he took one more look around. "I'll go clam a bunk then spend some time getting to know Qi."

He left the group grabbing his gear as he headed to the crew cabins. Upon arriving he noticed a guy who had been lying on a bunk with a rifle near him. Monty smiled at the rife and nodded to the gentlemen on the bunk. "Mind if I throw my gear in here, for now at less." As he said this, had moved to a nearby open bunk.

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Former Companion. That figured. The rest of what he said was fairly interesting. An ex-boyfriend tried to sell the captain out to the Alliance... so there was a price on her head. A price high enough for the rest of her crew to turn on her? Corvin thought on that for a moment and tried to tie it in with a few of the port-side bay conspiracy theories he had dreamed up since laying down.

"I once had to cut four bullets out of a guy's chest with a combat knife. We were fresh out painkillers and sedatives," He said after Kiran asked for painkillers. "So as you can imagine... I don't like to... waste supplies." He trailed off some as he spoke. True enough if a Browncoat was ever caught using up med supplies to treat something as minor and self inflicted as a hangover during war time he'd have been given a real reason to need them... but Kiran, Corvin reminded himself, wasn't a Browncoat, and this wasn't war time. They weren't behind enemy lines. They'd be able to land on any rock and re-supply. Corvin had never been off planet before, except during the war, and being back aboard a ship, he realized, had taken him back to that mentality.

Of course there was another more personal reason he didn't like to waste supplies, painkillers and sedatives particularly, but that was neither here nor there.

Corvin heaved a sigh, reached over to his duffle, and pulled out a pill bottle. It was mostly empty with a half dozen or so rattling around at the bottom. "Just take one," He said as he tossed the bottle in Kiran's general direction, eyes still facing upwards. "They're strong."

He heard the bottle clatter to the floor. When he looked back he realized Kiran was gone.

Just then another guy came in, intending to put his stuff there. "By all means." He climbed out of bed. "Monty right? I'm Corvin, the medic." He offered the other man a handshake. Corvin was glad for any roommate that wasn't the operative. Monty seemed to have a similar distaste for the guy, so Corvin couldn't see any reason why the two of them wouldn't get along just fine.

After greeting his new roommate he followed the path the pill container had taken on it's way out of the door and picked it up. The smell of cooking food caught his attention. He followed it to the kitchen area where he saw Kiran and the mechanic -- also chef apparently -- interacting. He'd seen a lot in his day, but he'd never seen an actual male companion in pursuit. He'd always kinda wondered what tactics they might employ. He posted up against the wall and watched the master at work.

Monty set his gear on the empty bunk thinking of how little he will probably be in here, due to not trusting anyone yet. He turned and shook Corvin's hand, "Nice to meet you." Then seeing that he was in the middle of something, Monty gave him a respectful dismissive nod and gone back to setting up his bunk. He secured his rifle, throw his shotgun over his shoulder so he could secure it on the bridge, and made sure the safeties were on everything. As he stepped out of the cabin on his way to the bridge, he smelled the food in the galley. It had been a long time since he smelled such delicious food that he could legally eat. Forgetting that he was caring his shotgun or that he had been on his way to the bridge, Monty made his way to the galley. Upon entering he saw Corvin holding a girls red hand and a pretty boy doing... what ever pretty boys do. "Ma'am. Doc." Took a look at Kiran and sized him up, "Kai Tze? Lao Tien Fu." Turned back to the girl, "You have my thanks ma'am. You need anything you let Montgomery know." After that Monty takes a seat and serves himself some food.

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Kiran sat down, spooning himself a large portion of the stroganoff. Since he’d begun to feel less like an oozing, miserable lump he’d realized how hungry he’d become. When had he last eaten? The fact that he wasn’t sure probably said enough on its own. As he waited for the fresh food to cool—it’d do him no good to burn his tongue after all—he scanned the face before him.

So Zasha was the mechanic, and she seemed solid. She was clearly used to being on a ship, seeing how quickly and clearly she’d put him in his place. Though, he had a feeling that his advances might have gotten a different response if the medic hadn’t decided to treat him like a side show.

The medic, Corvin. Who was himself pawing at the mechanic now. He was everything he would expect Ju Min would have wanted in a medic. Hell, she might even overlook a complete lack of medical training if the man could fire a gun and shared her habit of abusing Companions. Well at least his life couldn’t get more ruined. There was that at least.

Then there was the new man, Montgomery he called himself. Unless Ju Min planned to pilot the Qi herself, this man was not hired muscle and the shotgun he had slung on his shoulder was more paranoia. He was probably the pilot, Ju Min was not the best at driving the Qi and she’d likely want a pilot before she was willing to take off.

So, a skilled mechanic who swore in…Russian? He couldn’t make out the words, but he was worldly enough to catch the accent and the cadence in her cussing. A sadistic medic with a possible vendetta against him and a pilot so on-edge he couldn’t sit down to eat without a gun on his shoulder. Quite the crew. Ju Min would attract this sort of group. It would be interesting to see how this crew gelled. Either way, his food was probably cool enough by now. As he lifted the first spoon to his lips, he paused for a moment.

Is Ju Min not joining us?” Kiran was pretty sure that Ju Min didn't have an aversion to real food, just work. Unless there were more people she was dealing with. He grabbed another stack of bowls from the cupboard and spooned some of the stroganoff into one of them. He'd seen the captain hungry, and it was not pretty.
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"I would appreciate it," Zasha replied to Corvin, her accent relaxing now that everyone's attention had left her and switched to the food. "Mechanical things are always cutting me up one way or another, doesn't bother me much, but losing any use of my hands wouldn't help my job any."

To Montgomery, "You're welcome. I don't often have the time, but every so often when supplies are handy and protein paste won't cut it I like to throw something together. What's your position on the Qi? Passenger or crew?" They had a medic, an ex-companion, this man could be anything from extra muscle, given his rifle, or a passenger, or the pilot, assuming the Captain didn't pilot the Qi herself. She certainly would let him know if she "needed something," she wasn't shy about that, but what he was would determine what kind of things she could get from him, so she was curious enough to ask. If she was lucky, he knew good places to get parts she needed, should anything go wrong with the engines.

She wasn't going to say anything until something actually happened, but the military grade stuff on this ship looked like it was a few hard bumps from going horribly wrong. Sure, the military stuff did tend to dependability, but when they went wrong, they went very wrong, and she didn't have any parts that were made for them. Of course Zasha had plenty of parts and knowledge to sort of cut corners with them until they did get the right parts, but if her supposition was right, her shortcuts might work less and last shorter than it would on a regular engine.

Zasha shrugged at Kiran's question. It sounded like he knew the captain a lot better than she did, probably even biblically given his former trade and appearance, so he would know better than she if Captain Ju intended to eat with them. They were still missing a person or two, she thought--the Operative in the helmet, whatever his name was, as well as the Captain, and there might be a few others aboard she hadn't met yet. There was plenty of food as she erred on the side of making too much rather than too little, always safe aboard a ship, but she was curious who would join them and who might make a habit of keeping to themselves. Not that she cared one way or another, so long as they kept themselves away from her engines, but it was good to know if a hairy situation went down what bodies to check for before leaving.

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Charles strode into the canteen with a barely-concealed and perfectly legitimate yawn. He hadn't slept for a solid day; even though he was trained to survive far longer than that with minimal rest, he was currently experiencing a painfully noticeable lack of that lovely little blue powder, to be consumed with every meal, that was supposed to keep Operatives awake for much longer periods of time.

Thusly, the smell of food was an instant attraction. What better in the world than a warm meal and a long rest after that?

Unfortunately, as he strode in he was instantly met by the vaguely hostile looks of four of his fellow crew members; two of them he recognized, the other two he hadn't made the acquaintance of yet.

Not wishing for conversation, and understanding fully well the crew's aversion to him and the past he represented, he moved without a word to grab a spoon and bowl, moving back towards the table and sitting down, expression as neutral as he had always been trained. Was that all life was now? An extension of training? He still moved like an Operative, looked like an Operative, behaved like an Operative... killed like an Operative.

Betelguese.

He suppressed the codename as quickly as he did anyone of his usual targets. He spooned some food into his bowl and began eating, trying to enjoy the food, but the rapidly growing sense of guilt refused to disappear.

Betelguese, the brightest star of Orion...

And that was his nickname. How his codename has developed; the prodigy of Enforcement Team Orion. The one blazing through the ranks like no other.

Betelguese was... extinguished. And Monolith stood at fault.

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Kiran raised his eyebrow as Charles sat down. Even without his helmet, there was a certain way that Intelligence Agents carried themselves. The flat, stoic expression locked on his face like a stone mask was decently familiar to Kiran. Worst face for a client to have, bar none. Things started to turn in his head.

So uh…” Her set the spoon down in his food, looking from face to face. “If you guys killed Ju Min and stole the Qi from her you can just tell me.” This crew didn’t look like hardened bandits. Well, Corvin did. And so did Montgomery. And the Agent… Well Zasha didn’t look like she would hurt anyone. Unprovoked. He would have considered his situation more, if Ju Min didn’t walk into the dining hall at that very moment.

Oh! You are alive. Zasha made dinner.” He held up the bowl he’d set aside for her, flashing her a quick smile.

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"Thank you Kiran…" Ju took the bowl from Kiran. “The Qi is keyed to my bio-sig, so she wouldn’t get off this rock if I wasn’t alive and on her. But I’m glad to hear your loyalty is so unwavering.” She pulled out a chair and sat herself down.

"As long as you have a nice, plush cabin to sleep in I guess you don’t really care who you’re under, huh?" She smirked at him, spooning some of Zasha’s much-appreciated stroganoff into her mouth. It was warm and heartily spiced. She could get used to food like this.

"Well it’s not my fault I’m in that cabin, now is it Ju Min?" Kiran cocked his head at her. "I’m not the one who shacked up with an Alliance solider, let him hand-pick the entire crew and take me off on a career of smuggling am I?"

Kiran…” Ju Min set her spoon down, fixing the Companion with a stern look. “Tai Hong wasn’t a solider yet. And we got away from that fine. No thanks to your help.

You stuffed me in the engine room and told me to scream for you if anything started smoking!” Kiran retorted.

Ju Min rolled her eyes, scoffing at Kiran's indignity. “And I suppose those instructions were too complicated for you since ‘head down, ass up’ is the toughest lesson in that damn Academy?

Well at least my Academy offered ‘How to spot a Shitbag 101’, a lesson I’m sure you could have used. And I think we both know who got me kicked out of that Academy!

Ju Min’s eyes flared with rage and she stood up hard and fast, her chair clattering to the floor. She grabbed the bowl and turned away from the table. “Monty. When you’re ready to take us out of atmo meet me on the bridge.” Her voice was measured and tight. Without another word she stormed out of the mess.

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Mason realised he would have to lay down some ground rules when it come to his luggage when the captain picked his bags up, but now was not the time. He unzipped the second bag slowly to make sure i'ts contents were unharmed. He needed the device working or it would all be for naught. Brushing off his suit jacket he promptly followed behind the captain.

"Meiguanxi captain, although a murderous mechanic seems rather interesting choice in an employee who's job is to keep something alive. Granted ships are far less annoying than people. While we are away form the rest of the ships inhabitants I think it might be prudent for me to request somewhere..private, for my work. Preferably for me to sleep as well. I have some portable equipment if there are no private rooms with a bed." Mason left the conversation there for the captain to consider as he found himself following to the mess.

Upon arrival the room seemed, dysfunctional to say the least. A shouting match between the captain and a rather flamboyant looking man, or child. He wasn't quite sure. As he panned around he noticed a few other crew-mates, not much untoward about them other than a strangely blasé attitude about firearms in a ship that would shortly be pressurised. It was only until his eyes met a well composed man sitting at the table that alarm bells went off. He carried all the telltale signs of an alliance operative. Mason would know, he spent enough time around them in the past.

Thoughts flickered through his head, was he here for him? It seemed unlikely that if the alliance wanted him that he'd be still standing but Mason knew things, knew people. Maybe he wasn't here for him. Either way, Mason was rattled by his presence but he'd have to keep his composure. Too late to bug out now.